who he is

as the child
grows, and you
hear it in his
voice on the
phone, the deepness
of it, the
quick wit and
fun softened with
some wisdom, or
pain, or both
learned within
his unseen days.
he's no longer
underfoot, no
longer awaiting
my approval or
heavy hand. he
is who he was
meant to be,
a part of her,
and a part of me.